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his child went north and south,

east and west. Here and there he found something

to eat and a place to sleep, but not a family

and not a home.

In the capital city of his country, the streets were

crowded with overloaded buses, cars with darkened windows,

and more people with guns. Angry faces shouted, “Move on,”

and “Go home.” The child was too tired to keep going.

He sat on the curb with his head in his hands.